It turned out Sera taught math, a shocker, honestly.
I had pictured something boring like history that had to do with a lot of talking, but it was math, the one thing I was horrible at.
Sera taught five-year-olds, and she was practically a ball of sunshine while I stood beside her, feeling like an awkward mess.
I hated being the center of attraction, especially in this pack where they were determined to get my blood. Goddess knows what their parents have told them.
“Good morning, class.” Sera piped in an overly cheery voice, one that had me frowning.
“Good morning, Miss Sera.” The class echoed with the same energy she had given, and I instantly deflated. I guess she knows her onion.
“How are we all going?”
“I pooped twice today.” One said, shooting his hands up, and my head snapped
